"A futile struggle."
Geng Wanchun's lips curled into a contemptuous smile, raising the scythe high again, shouting:
"Wenfeng, this is power. Those without power can only struggle, merely survive."
Xu Wenfeng closed his eyes, awaiting the arrival of death. He knew he had no room to struggle, he could feel Geng Wanchun's power, a power that brought despair.
Sometimes things don't go as expected, even death.
The expected death did not arrive.
"Who are you?"
Geng Wanchun paused, looking at the woman in front of him, sensing a similar aura, a being similar to himself.
Xu Wenfeng opened his eyes, seeing Geng Wanchun speaking into empty air, as if someone stood there.
Tao Yi did not respond, in her other hand she conjured a sharp blade to stab at the cloaked figure, in her eyes, the cloaked figure was the true target.
The scythe slashed down.
The cloaked figure moved with incredible speed, striking first in the split second Tao Yi acted, the scythe slashed down.
